GENEEAL EEPOET. 11 horses the range of the taller bunch-grass. Of course, when the land was definitely settled, surveyed, and paid for, the proprietor would consult his own individual interest. Along our route, the possibilities of agriculture died out as we ap¬ proached Georgetown, though here and there an acre under cultivation showed that the farmer must have received some return for his labor. The valleys still furnished a fair quantity and quality of bunch-grass. We leave the country between Georgetown and South Park out of the question for agricultural purposes. There were, as usual, some beautiful summer ranges for herds. One especially, along a tributary of the Snake River, was covered with a luxuriant crop of grass. The soil, too, was fertile, and, but for its altitude, would have produced large crops of the ordinary cereals. South Park, 8,800 feet above tide-water, so far as known does not promise much in the way of grain raising. It has frequent frosts during the summer months, and the temperature at the same time is so low as to almost inevitably destroy all the cereals. On the morning of July 3,1873, the ground was covered to a depth of two inches with snow as low down as the level of Fair Play. Its utmost will probably be accomplished in the way of agriculture in the production of turnips, cabbages, and possibly potatoes, with other vegetables equally hardy. It will, however, be an important grazing ground. Large herds of cattle now roam at large over it. In 1872 and in 1871^, the experiment was tried of wintering the stock in the Park. It is asserted that it was successful, and that the herds kept there were in better condition in spring than those that had been driven for the winter to the valley of the Arkansas. The bunch-grasses in the smaller parks toward the mountains are of wonderful luxuriance, and will furnish abundant food for many thousand head of cattle. Sheep do well on the more level portions of the Park, among the shorter grasses. The valley of the Upper Arkansas, as we first saw it, twelve miles above Twin Lakes, certainly looked like anything but a land of promise.Along its central axis, the soil appeared absolutely unproductive, and seemedfit to raise nothing but "prickly pears and sage-brush". Yi3t we have